𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕲𝖔𝖉

Chapter five

Like the cycle of birth and pass, history repeats itself again.

Sorian looked at the name card on Vincent's chest. Looking a tad confused and asked,
"Vincent E. Azure... What does the E mean?"
"It's my middle name." Vincent said as he set the cat down.
"Your middle name is...E?" Sorian said, finding the possibility stupid.
"What? No!" Vincent said looking a tad offended. "It's Eden. Not E."
"So is everything in your life named after important historical figures?" Sorian asked, ridicule laced in his statement as he looked out the small window.
"Pretty much, but not everything." Vincent said with a shrug.
"Do you have any companions?" Sorian asked as he turned his head to follow Vincent as he paced.
"Not really, I have a roommate, but that's kind of it." Vincent said as he looked out the window.
"I WISH TO MEET THIS MATE OF ROOM!" Sorian declared, very loudly as Vincent flinched at the noise, turning quickly.
"Sh!!!!!!! Not so loud!! And you've really got to change if you want to meet her." Vincent said quickly as he walked over to where sorian had sprawled himself in a chair.
"Change? What do you mean change?" Sorian asked curiously. Only to be met by a clothing like item being thrown at him.
"I mean you have to wear that, and look more- human-ey." Vincent said as he started looking around.
"I can do that- I think?" Sorian mumbled the last part as he put on the Trenchcoat.

Vincent turned around to see sorian no longer glowing, no halo, no wings, but just him. He looked normal, well, normal minus the pastel gold colored eyes.
"Here, wear these." Vincent said as he gave some tinted glasses to sorian. Who put them on and gasped at himself in the mirror.
"Well, it definitely isn't my style, but I look amazing!" Sorian said happily.
"Glad you like it, now c'mon. It's a bit of a walk..." Vincent mumbled as they walked to the door.

"You mean you don't have your own chariot?"

"No, sorian."

"You can't just teleport?"

"No, sorian."

This continued as they walked through the slightly cold night. Fall was slipping in as the breeze ruffled the trees around the park they walked through.